Name: Dark Mun Age: Unknown Sex: Unknown Profession: Informant/Courier Location: Upper Levels & Lower Levels Affiliations: Upper Class Disposition: Quiet, Methodical
Character Background and Description Very little is known about Dark Mun. However, those that interact with them only refer to them as Dark Mun. Dark Mun digs through lower floors and is rumored to be seen way deeper than other scavengers dare to travel down into Jisang's underbelly. Dark Mun does not speak, at least no one has said they do. They use a form of hand signs and partial sign language to indicate what they need. They seem to only scavenge very specific goods, often leaving valuable and easily taken objects in their wake. They don't live anywhere, but are seen sitting along corridors, possibly sleeping, from sub floors all the way up to the wealthy floors. No one pays them mind. They love clementines, and buy quite a few. One scavenger allegedly saw them eat one once deep in the fog below. Without gloves the onlooker said they had delicate hands and with their mask pushed up, the face of a beautiful woman. But that was most likely just for attention.
Regardless, Dark Mun doesn't get in anyone's way. Their outfit is complex with all sorts of tech and trophies of sorts strapped to it. Her gas mask is industrial and purr's as it runs of a small turbine filter at their waist.
Age: Unknown
Sex: Unknown
Profession: Informant/Courier
Location: Upper Levels & Lower Levels
Affiliations: Upper Class
Disposition: Quiet, Methodical
Character Background and Description
Very little is known about Dark Mun. However, those that interact with them only refer to them as Dark Mun. Dark Mun digs through lower floors and is rumored to be seen way deeper than other scavengers dare to travel down into Jisang's underbelly. Dark Mun does not speak, at least no one has said they do. They use a form of hand signs and partial sign language to indicate what they need. They seem to only scavenge very specific goods, often leaving valuable and easily taken objects in their wake. They don't live anywhere, but are seen sitting along corridors, possibly sleeping, from sub floors all the way up to the wealthy floors. No one pays them mind. They love clementines, and buy quite a few. One scavenger allegedly saw them eat one once deep in the fog below. Without gloves the onlooker said they had delicate hands and with their mask pushed up, the face of a beautiful woman. But that was most likely just for attention.
Regardless, Dark Mun doesn't get in anyone's way. Their outfit is complex with all sorts of tech and trophies of sorts strapped to it. Her gas mask is industrial and purr's as it runs of a small turbine filter at their waist.